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They were friends the way Manon and Zenia were friends with her. Amber sobbed harder, shaking her head. “I… I didn’t do anything! I only ran because I was scared of you! Everyone in L’impasse des Ombres is scared of you… and you know that!” She was lying. The word burned through my head. I raised my gun again and fired into her other leg. She screamed even more. Her scream won’t get anyone coming out from their houses to save her anyway. I’m Logan Hellfire. “You’re not new in L’impasse des Ombres, and you know I don’t blink an eye if I want to kill someone. If you don’t start talking, the next bullet will be in your forehead.” I snarled.

Their stink was very fresh, and still leading up the mountain. Was it possible they’d already made it inside? We were walking up on a bloodbath? Had we been too late? Please, God, no. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Pandora” by 2WEI and Edda Hayes.

But no matter what lay ahead, we would face it together. As we continued our descent, the eerie silence was shattered by a haunting melody that echoed through the labyrinth. The song of the Forgotten, an ancient hymn that spoke of lost times and lost battles, resonated with our own struggles, filling us with a strange sense of dread. "What is that?" I asked Eldric, my voice barely a whisper. Eldric's gaze was distant, his eyes filled with ancient pain and loss. "It's the Song of the Forgotten, a reminder of our past, our struggles, and the destiny that awaits us."

A sound I didn’t know I could make leaves my lips as his mouth moves to my neck, his hand now in my hair as he yanks me backward, his cold lips sending shivers down my spine as my nerves twist and turn before I hear his Father say, “I have no desire to watch you both fuck. I assure you,” The revulsion in his voice is apparent, but I don’t care about it as I hear— no, feel Lucille’s growl spread through my body like a ripple. My world is spinning, the panic returning as I wonder what the hell I’ve just done but before I can think twice about it, I hear him whisper, “Parlez-vous francais?” Do you speak French? Lucille Hellfire smells dark. Rough. I realize we’re quite close to each other now a

**“Sanguis antiquus, voco te…” (*Ancient blood, I call you…*) **“Per lunam et per ignem…”** (*By moon and by fire…*) **“Solve sigillum dormientis animae!”** (*Unseal the sleeping soul!*) My body convulsed. Veins burned. Bones groaned. The night screamed with me. She pressed her bleeding hand to my mouth again. “Repeat after me.” I tasted lightning. And obeyed. “Sanguis antiquus… voco te…”

CHAPTER 137: DUSK’S MERCY LYSS' POV: Song: "HAVE MERCY" BY THE GHOST OF PAUL REVERE ~~~~ Moon‑swept wind is pushing at my back as I am climbing the stone stair that ribbons up the cliff face toward the Moon Temple. Every muscle is aching from the ride here; five straight hours on the motorcycle, rain stinging like gravel, the roar in my helmet louder than my thoughts. But now, as I am stepping beneath the pale archway, everything is falling quiet except the thunder of my heart.

Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter Number : Chapter 32 Chapter Name : Vision haunt Song : Nil Artist : Nil Lyrics : Chaos And Apocalypse Chapter Number : Chapter 33 Chapter Name : Something new Song : Monsters Artist : Ruelle Lyrics : Ah, ah, oh, oh You've got no place to hide And I'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside One look in my eyes And you're running 'cause I'm coming Gonna eat you alive Your heart, it's like a drum Oh, oh oh, oh, oh The chase has just begun Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Monsters stuck in your head

I was hell confused and my eyebrows knitted to the level where they started hurting. She nodded. "Lucifer" she repeated "Xaphan's father"

Feverishly I start singing the healing song, just as I had done in the clearing the first time we had touched each other. 'Come on, fight ! You're stronger than this. You have to fight. Do you hear me!' I am thundering through the dark tunnels ravaging his mind. 'You're not dead. You can not die !’

Stripped it away as if it had been doused in acid. 'We play the pipe, and the mortals dance...even God despairs.' "Be silent," Nathaniel hissed through gritted teeth, two of his nails snapping as they unconsciously clawed the wood. A splinter pierced his fingers, and crimson blood bubbled to the surface. When it fell, the mist swirled, clamouring for the bitter taste. "A heart once made of pure stone, now sees that life is Hell alone...but still the eyes refuse to see, the pain and woe coming to thee...'